Composition 600 words' I remembered that sentence again'

Pride makes people lag behind, while modesty makes people progress. I have understood this truth since primary school. Or, I thought I had understood this truth.

When I was a child, I always got good grades in my class, and I was inevitably complacent. One day, I began to be proud again. My parents took me aside and said, "The history book says: full loss, modest benefit. You can't do that. " "What do you mean, all bets are off, and the benefits are not great?" I'm confused. My father told me, "Whatever you do, be modest.". If you are complacent about a little praise, you will certainly not make any progress. "

Time flies, and soon, I went to junior high school and gradually understood the truth. Anyway, it's easier said than done. When I succeeded, I was full of ambition. I looked like I was the only one in the world. As soon as I suffered some minor setbacks, I was immediately disheartened and thought I could do nothing. This attitude, no matter who or what, is the most unacceptable. There are many examples of failure because of complacency, and there are countless examples of success because of modesty and prudence. It's not hard to understand that full-time recruitment hurts modesty and benefits, but it's much more difficult to really do this. However, if we can keep our enterprising beliefs and actions, we will not be too busy being complacent when we succeed, nor will we be too busy feeling inferior and blaming ourselves when we fail. Then it may not be too difficult to do.

The mid-term exam results came out. My results were good, but I was not satisfied. Instead, I will discuss with my parents why I didn't do well in the Chinese exam and strive for further progress. Because now that I have mastered some English words, my mother sent me another sentence: stay hungry and stay stupid. What? Call me "stay hungry and stay stupid"? But on second thought, I remembered what my parents told me when I was a child. Isn't this the same as "full loss and moderate profit"? If you are eager for knowledge in your study, you will become stupid in your life. This is the real meaning of this sentence.

In spring, I remembered your essays "Jasper dressed as a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries" and "I woke up easily in this morning in spring, and birds were singing everywhere".

"... the ancients' love for spring can be seen from this beautiful poem after another.

My favorite season is also the spring when everything recovers.

Every spring, kapok as red as fire, peony as pink as chardonnay and Chinese rose as white as jade are in full bloom.

Some are in bud, some are in bud, and some are in full bloom.

A refreshing fragrance of flowers attracted many bees, buzzing and dancing.

I like spring, just like a fish can't live without a gurgling river.

I love spring, just like a newborn baby stuck in the warm arms of its mother.

I've been thinking, can you stay a little longer in spring? Even for a while! Spring is just my destiny. I was born in spring. Being born in this blooming season is the best thing in my life.

Whenever the flowers bloom and the snow melts, my parents are singing birthday songs to me, and the gentle breeze blows across my cheek as if to congratulate me.

In winter, whenever the sunset meets the moon.

I will vent my thoughts about spring.

I also want to know when you can come in spring.

Finally, spring has arrived, and I can't wait to walk to the newly sprouted grass, walking gently and stroking gently, for fear of disturbing the grass that hasn't woken up yet.

I sniffed with my nose, smelled Miss Chun's pollen, and looked at the thriving seedlings.

You finally came in spring. Do you know how long I've been expecting you? For 275 days.

Every day is like a year. Do you know spring? I don't know when spring has left, and there are still wet tears on my face.

In the past, the delicate flowers in front of the courtyard had already faded quietly and fell into the soil, leaving only a faint fragrance.

I used to love flowers the most, and I withered, just like my fleeting happiness like a dream.

And that frothy vision deepened my sense of loneliness.

I can write 600 words when I think of you. When I miss you, I will quietly taste a cup of green tea and taste the plain fragrance.

Unconsciously, I seem to see you from the tea again. The golden sunshine is so beautiful, so bright and so warm.

As long as I can remember, I have found out how much I love you.

You are as broad as the sky, as white as snowflakes, as bright as the sun, as beautiful as the flowers in your heart ... The long road of life is indispensable for your nurturing and encouragement.

Only in this way can I grow up and try.

When I failed, it was your encouragement of "don't be discouraged, come back later" that made me regain my lost confidence, and your patient guidance gave me a clue.

On the road of life, I don't know how many times I fell, but you gently helped me up.

If I am a lost ship, you are a bright light, aren't you? When I succeeded, it was your warning that made me unable to be proud, and it was your words that made me redouble my efforts.

How many times of priceless modesty, you are the best start; How many glorious times, because of you, icing on the cake, more shiny.

If you are a curved moon, I would like to be a twinkling little star, shining by your side forever.

If you are a beautiful rainbow, I would like to be a clean stream and play a sacred hymn for you.

You are a book with endless care and endless love; There is deep handwriting in it, which is your deep maternal love.

When I am cold, you are like a fire in winter, warming me and my heart.

In the hot summer, you are like a magic fan to drive away the heat for me.

When you are happy, you are happy with me; When I made a mistake, your coaxing and affability made me grow up quickly in tears.

You are a book with rich knowledge.

Whenever I encounter a problem that I can't solve, you always take the trouble to explain it.

At this time, your eyes followed your hand and kept gesticulating on the book. How serious and dedicated you are.

I wonder if your eyes have all kinds of magic. Every time I see its flash, I seem to see the answer and urge me to write it in my exercise book at once.

You are a book with continuous records, which is the footprint of my growth.

Since childhood, you have taught me the common sense of life, taught me how to use all the electrical appliances at home, taught me what is true, good and beautiful, and what is false, evil and ugly, and taught me too much.

12 years, you have given me countless wonderful things, really, forever.

Ah, mom, "but how much love there is in every inch of grass, I got three rays of spring."

I understand that in the past 12 years, you have given me as much care as the stars and raindrops in the sky, and I can never repay them.

You are thousands of rays of sunshine, giving people a warm feeling forever.

Poetry chanting, praise endless gratitude to you; Sing with a smile, you can't finish singing your greatness! I understand that when a bird grows up, it must leave its nest and fly to the high blue sky. I will leave you, too, but I will always repay your selfless love, your love of "the silkworm in spring will keep spinning until it dies, and the candle will drain the wick every night".

In the sunshine, I see you from tea again and again, because it is warm to think of you. No matter what season, when I think of you, there will be a beautiful, charming and colorful spring in my heart.

The 800-word composition topic "Tonight, I think of you again" Today, I unconsciously think of you again. When I am in a bad mood, you always try to make me happy. When I am about to fail, you always say all the words of encouragement; I didn't do well in the math exam. You didn't scold me or hit me. You just sigh one after another in the dead of night. Seeing this scene, I had to hide in the quilt and cry quietly. You always give me exquisite gifts on my birthday, but what about me? I didn't even say the simplest happy birthday to you. ...

I often pout at you when you scold me. You contradict me five times and I support you ten times.

When you were angry with me on the sofa, I strode to my room without looking back and slammed the door. You flew into a rage, but I sat in a chair listening to music as if nothing had happened.

Every time you take me to a restaurant, you always order fish-flavored shredded pork and kung pao chicken, because that's my favorite dish.

On Mother's Day, I want to give you a small gift to express my heart. I asked you what you wanted. You say; "I don't want anything, as long as you study hard, it is the best gift for me!" Mom, thank you! I always thought you were always against me. I want to watch more TV. You told me to study. I said I got 96 points in the English exam, and you said you did badly this time. You could have got 100 points ... thank you, forgive my ignorance before! ...

Composition, I am very moved when I think of you. From birth to now, we are growing up under the care and care of our parents all the time. Whenever I think of my parents' care for me, I feel very warm in my heart. It rained for several days at the end of last month. On Tuesday afternoon, my teacher told my mother to give me an umbrella. I think: it's raining in such a cold day, and there is only one umbrella and one that is a little shabby at home. Did you get wet? I hurried to the gate and saw my mother waiting for me in a raincoat. I choked up: "mom, my mother's hair and clothes are wet." When my mother was talking to me, my umbrella tilted slightly towards me. When my mother handed me the umbrella, I felt warm in my heart and the umbrella was warm. Looking at my mother's back, I felt maternal love and tears could not stop flowing. My mother not only cares. I care about my study and psychological development. Now I'm in junior high school, I only go home once a week, and I have a lot of homework. Every time I go home, my mother will ask me about my study and how much homework I have, so that I can write my homework and review my lessons quickly. I often tell my mother something at school, and my mother will always sit by and watch me quietly, and will help me check it when I finish. Until there are no mistakes, my mother will take some time out when she is busy, calm down and talk to me, tell me the truth of being a man, and I will tell my mother some secrets and share some happy things. If I do well in the exam, my mother will reward and praise me. If I don't do well in the exam, I will help me analyze why I didn't do well in the exam and say something encouraging. Tell me "failure is the mother of success". Mother's love for us is as high as a mountain and as deep as the sea. Our love for our mother is like a grain of sand in the desert and a drop of water in the sea. Whenever I think of those happy moments, my heart is always touched.

I think of you in rainy days. Have you ever seen it rain in my city? It's unrestrained ... or it's tender and heartbreaking ... Every time it rains, I will think of our previous running in the rainy street ... It's really a happy expression ... How nice it was at that time, with blue sky overhead and pure laughter and pure crying. Even loving someone can be selfless ... the clear night sky ... Who said anything about falling in love? I hope it will be in summer. When the summer rain comes, our skin will get cold, and then we will sit together and listen to the rain ... It's just that time flies and my heart is still raining ... I miss the rain on the Internet ... Maybe it's better to meet again. This rain is also a rain ... The rain hasn't changed, but maybe it's us ... I don't know if you will occasionally-think of those rainy days in the distance ... You will remember that when it rained heavily, we started to cover our heads with clothes and ran through a bunch of lilies on the roadside ... How wonderful it was ... When I recalled this, I was in tears ... Don't live for one person ... It is very painful for one person to bear the love of two people ... Only two hearts can really manage love, and that is true love ... There is no real happiness in the world of love, and there will be no eternal happiness ... After all, people have feelings ... There are always too many realities that make you ignore love ... Looking at the drizzle outside the window, you think of us together. That person will appear in your heart when you want to forget most, and will appear in your heart when you are most sad and frustrated ... The rain is getting heavier and heavier, but I still miss you ... Finally, my thoughts and memories of you ... disappear little by little with the rain ... Finally, I just keep this emotion in my heart ... I hope I won't miss you in rainy days. ....

Once again, it reminds me of your composition (1). I am very proud of that. When the candidates of Jinhua No.1 Middle School passed by the canteen in front of the school and saw all kinds of delicious food, when they first entered the school, I successfully blocked the temptation of snacks, and it clearly emerged in front of my eyes.

I remember it was my second week of school.

Every time after school, you can see many students around the canteen to buy snacks.

I envy them and want to eat them.

When I got home, I told my mother what I thought.

I thought my mother, who always loved me, would agree, but she said sternly, "No snacks. The food in the canteen is too dirty and will have diarrhea. "

"I know my mother's temper and dare not say more. I went back to my room angrily. I lay in bed sulking: they can eat, so why can't I eat? Others will not get sick if they eat it. Will I get sick if I eat it? After a while, my mood gradually calmed down and I felt that my mother was right.

It's just a canteen, and the quality of things cannot be guaranteed.

Besides, eating too many snacks is not good for our growth.

I repeatedly said to myself, "Don't think about eating snacks, don't think about eating snacks …" After school at noon the next day, almost every student gathered around the canteen to buy this and that.

The attractive food packaging and the smell of food floating in my nose made me a little shaken.

Just then, "Don't think about eating snacks, it will affect your health ..." This sentence has been echoing in my ears.

I quickly covered my nose, turned my face and walked quickly forward.

But in my throat, I couldn't help swallowing it several times.

When I got home, I put down my schoolbag and was filled with joy: success! Stop the temptation.

I decided to do this every day so that I wouldn't always think about snacks.

This lasted for two days.

On the third day, I walked forward as usual. Suddenly, a classmate took my hand and said, "Old classmate, this Cheetos is really delicious. Don't you want to try? " "oh! I ... I ... "My heart is tight and I don't know what to say.

Say I have no money, in case he says I am poor, that's not good.

Said I had money, but I couldn't take it out.

I rolled my eyes and said cleverly; "I don't like to eat Cheetos.

""oh! Goodbye then! " I waved to him and walked on.

Just got home, I'm going to put my schoolbag on the sofa.

When I put my schoolbag away, I found a one-dollar coin on the sofa.

I had a brainwave.

This must have fallen out of the bag when mom took the clothes.

Why don't I use this money to buy snacks, which can satisfy my desire and show off myself?

Kill two birds with one stone.

When I was about to collect money, my mother often taught me that "stealing needles when I was young and stealing gold when I was old" sounded in my ears, and I resolutely put down the money.

I also warned myself: Never do such a thing.

A week has passed and two weeks have passed. Through my efforts, I finally stopped the temptation of snacks.

Seeing the money my mother left on the sofa, I will consciously return it to my mother; No matter how many people buy snacks, I will not be tempted.

Later, when I passed the canteen, I didn't even look at it, and I didn't deliberately speed up the pace of going home.

I'm proud to think about it now.

Comments: Psychological activities are described in detail in the article. The author expresses his pride by describing that he has blocked the temptation of snacks many times, which is true and credible.

The language of the article seems ordinary, but in fact it is fresh, simple, true, concise and thought-provoking.

(2) I remembered my father's old face. One night in Yongkang, it was so quiet that the soft moonlight spilled all over the floor. Night, so deep, my father's snoring echoed all night like a moving moonlight song.

Looking at the face of my sleeping father, my thoughts floated to the sacred night sky ... When I was a child, I was always proud of having such a father, because he could tell many beautiful stories and pinch many beautiful animals.

Every day after school, I ride on my father's shoulder and shake my head like a triumphant little general.

The envious eyes of my classmates made me fall in love with my father deeply.

But with the passage of time and the growth of age, this feeling gradually fades, replaced by vague inferiority and sadness.

The idea originated from filling out file forms in middle school. When other students are writing in the column of "father"-factory director, manager and engineer, I can only write "farming" timidly.

When I handed in my watch, I held it tightly in my hand for fear that others would see me smile.

Ah, father, why don't you be a factory director, manager and engineer ... When the weather turns cold, my father said with concern, "It's cold, so put on more clothes.

""Oh, I see.

"I don't care to answer.

Suddenly looked up, my father's old face and concerned eyes came into my eyes.

My heart trembled slightly ... the night was still so deep and silent; The moon is still so round and bright.

I can't forget the figure that stood in the cold wind for a long time ... I only remember that it was so cold that night, and the humid air seemed to be mixed with rain.

As soon as the bell rang, I rushed out of the classroom because I was frozen stiff.

It was dark outside, and several deciduous old trees were shivering in the cold wind.

Oh, the figure standing in the cold wind: like a pine tree, like a cypress tree ... he tried his best to find it in the crowd and let the cold wind lift his coat and get into his trousers.

It turned out that my father knew that I was afraid of the dark and came to pick me up like a child ... Oh, the wind blew and the moon rose. In the moonlight, I clearly saw my father's face: high cheekbones, sunken eyes and wrinkled skin ... suddenly, I realized what an unfilial daughter I was.

Father, over the years, you have obviously become old and thin. Can you forgive your daughter's unfilial behavior? The moon rose higher, and my father's old face became clearer against the moonlight.

Oh, love is deep in my heart ... Comments: This is a rare masterpiece in the examination room.

The value lies in three aspects: first, sincerity and touching.

Simple and honest father, in the cold wind, quietly waiting for the "I" who is afraid of the dark and cold in the boundless night, seeing the truth in the plain, respectable and amiable! Second, the description is exquisite and the language is beautiful.

Quiet night, soft moonlight, imaginative "I", pleasant snoring, the figure of pine and cypress, deep eyes, all left a deep impression on people; The ingenious combination of various rhetorical devices adds a lot of color to the article.

Third, the structure is rigorous and the head and tail are round. ...

(), reminds me of your composition. On the morning of September 3rd, the troops under review marched on Chang 'an Avenue to commemorate the seventieth anniversary of War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression's victory.

The scene shot is fixed on the faces of veterans who are ravines and vicissitudes.

Dad said, look, the veteran is wiping his tears.

I saw the old people's crystal tears and trembling military salute.

At the moment, I think of you, Wang Erxiao, who fought bloody battles decades ago and spilled blood on stones.

The increasingly powerful motherland has not forgotten the heroes of the Anti-Japanese War, but you can't enjoy the glory of victory with us.

When chairman * * * stood in the car and began to review; When the five-star red flag rises; When veterans drive military vehicles under the guidance of the bright August 1 ST flag; When the air force fighters flew in the sky ... my pride and pride came into being.

History will never be forgotten, and feats will never be erased! At this moment, I comfort you: the Chinese dream is round and sailing! When I first met you, I remember it was a week five years ago. When I woke up from my nap, there was no one at home. At that time, my mind was blank, and I subconsciously ran out of the house and stood in the yard crying.

Later, my mother told me your story: One day, the devil came to sweep the floor and caught Wang Erxiao who was herding cattle and asked him to lead the way.

Brave Wang Erxiao did not hesitate to lead the devils into the ambush of the Eighth Route Army.

On that day, when I heard gunshots and shouts from all directions, they knew that they had been cheated and killed the little hero Wang Erxiao.

My mother couldn't help humming a song: "The cows are still grazing on the hillside, but the cowherd doesn't know where to go." It's not that he lost his game ... "Listening to this beautiful ballad, I was deeply moved.

How brave and witty you are! You are fearless in front of the enemy's bayonet.

You are willing to give your life to cover the transfer of the people and the main force.

How small and ignorant I am compared with you! At that moment, you became my idol.

Time always plays tricks on people, and some things that we think will not be forgotten for a long time are forgotten in our obsession.

Just last semester, I studied hard in Shushan, swam in the sea of questions and worked hard to meet the adjustment of the county.

I forgot about you once.

A speech contest, because of timidity and fear of difficulties, I wanted to give up.

Mother quietly put the story of a little hero on my desk. I looked through it and saw you.

At that moment, something I thought I would never care about or remember emerged.

In that war-torn era, when you saw the ruins and witnessed the war and death, you were not afraid. In front of the Japanese devils, you are fearless and bravely avenge your parents.

Thinking about you, how should I shrink back, how should I be timid, and how should I give up? I thought of you again the moment I gave a speech on the stage.

It was your encouragement that finally won me the first prize.

Broken walls, once desolate and lonely, is now long with green mountains and green waters and warblers flying.

I believe you have never had any regrets, and I believe I won't have any regrets.

In different historical times, you and I have the same patriotic feelings.

I live in the harbor of love, "clothes come to reach out, food comes to mouth", and I have never experienced any suffering at all.

But I will never forget my mission: remember history, remember the past, cherish peace, create the future and contribute to the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation.

"Cattle are still eating grass on the hillside, but the cowherd doesn't know where to go. It's not like he lost his cow after playing ... "Every time I hear that beautiful melody, I will think of you at that moment. Even in the night when there is no sun, moon and stars, you will become my road lamp and guide my direction.

() I always think of your composition, almost 600 words. It is urgent. Help a friend, I always think of your Buddha saying: 500 times in previous lives, you get a pass in this life.

Meeting you and knowing you may be a gift from heaven, or it may be a continuation of an unfinished story in previous lives.

Every time I think of you, the picture in my mind will always be fixed in that summer, under the old locust tree. You taught me to fold a small paper crane, and the hearts of two children are closely attached ... I first met you in the first grade of primary school where my study career began.

You have always been a monitor, and I have always been a study Committee member; Later, you became the propaganda Committee member of the brigade, and I was the organization Committee member of the brigade.

We compete in study, but we are like sisters when playing.

Remember when we first became members of the brigade, you and I got under the table of the brigade to clean the floor, and the teacher was too excited to speak for a long time? Remember after school, you were afraid that I would wait alone and sing and chat with me until my mother came to pick me up? Do you remember the time when a boy bullied any of us, and we all went to teach him a lesson together? During the fourth grade summer vacation, I heard that you were going to transfer. I called your grandpa and cried to keep you.

I wish you were still sitting in that familiar position after school. I am looking forward to it. I'm sure you got up late and will come soon, but you didn't show up until after school.

I don't blame you. I know your parents must be crazy. You can't bear to part with us.

All you left me was memories of the past and faded phone numbers.

Perhaps we can say: as long as there is soul induction and tacit understanding, it is enough.

Or we can comfort ourselves: there is nothing eternal in the world, neither the sky nor the earth is long, nor is the love for life.

Don't worry if you know it's beyond your tolerance. Just take a calm attitude and let nature take its course! Maybe it is enough to have a bosom friend in life.

Years are seamless, but friendship is still fragrant.

My good father, no matter what you say, please believe that my daughter's love for you will never change! Think of that sentence-"If your grades are so poor, I should ignore you." Hearing this, my heart ached so much that I didn't want to cry, but tears are not obedient couldn't help it. All this stems from my junior high school life: when I was in primary school, my grades were among the best, and I was praised by teachers everywhere. I was a good girl in the eyes of my parents. Since entering junior high school, my grades have fallen from the top to the abyss (I can only wander around ten). This blow put a huge stone on my young mind, which made me breathless. My heart is heavy and I want to put down this big stone. However, when I put this boulder down, my body will be crushed to pieces-my life is over and I am afraid of the consequences. I'm still moving on. In my depressed heart, my parents did not encourage me. On the contrary, one day, I overheard my parents' conversation. My father said, "Ignore him, because his grades are not good." Hearing this sentence, I froze, which made my depressed heart even worse. I don't understand. This is my father's evaluation behind me. Fourteen years of father-daughter affection can only be expressed by grades? Is it because this balance is unbalanced? I cried when I heard this sentence. I really cried. I was so sad that I couldn't express my sadness at that time in words. After that, I vowed to get an ideal score. I acted, and my father's words became my motivation. I must strive for my goal. I must tear down the gap between my father and me and balance the family balance between my father and me. Finally, remembering that sentence, I want to say "I'm sorry" to my father. I didn't repay you with excellent results before, the wrinkles around your eyes and your silvery white hair; I hope you can also say "I'm sorry" to me, because I don't want my grades to become a gap between us to build a family bridge. It is not easy for us to create a 14-year relationship, because it takes 14 years. Don't ruin our relationship just because of a little bump. When I think of that sentence, I am sad, but I am happier! My good father, no matter what you say, please believe that my daughter's love for you will never change!

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